Today is officially icing on the fourth of july fucking CAKE, people

In the 90's, when all my friends were dying, we had a betting pool.

Everyone put in twenty bucks, and the person that guessed closest to the the date of Jesse Helms' death would win the money, fly to North Carolina, and dance on that fucker's grave.

Well here's to you, asshole. I hope you rot in hell.


http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/07/04/AR2008070401185.html?hpid=topnews

This made me ridiculously happy, thanks gorgy.